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Chapter 1: Bound

{from Clover's perspective}

My lungs were clenched tightly; compact within this damned constricting ribcage of mine. As it often were the case, I needed my inhaler. I reached for my left pocket and was surprised to find it quite difficult to do so. My wrists were firmly cinched at my chest with a thin rope.

          I suppose panic was setting in at this point. Breathing was possible albeit too difficult for comfort. From my left to right I scanned the room in which I had been un-consentingly restrained. My eyes had begun adjusting to the dark at the onset of my panic; so to a degree I was able to spot a figure beside me. A few feet away I could distinguish a mound of something, but it would take a moment to fully determine what it was.

The figure at my side swayed rhythmically. It was now that I recognized these shapes to be human. A woman perhaps a half a year younger than me stood on her knees eyeing me with an emotion that I was unable to place at first. She was perhaps 3 inches shorter than me although I had nothing to measure from the floor on which I laid. She was ordained with deep maroon locks which curled geometrically like helixes beside her cheeks. Her perfectly black eyes took me aback although I myself didn't know why. It became clear within the passing moments that locked within the abyss of these eyes was an emotion of intense fear. In any case it appeared that I would require her assistance in the case of my bound wrists.

          We were deadlocked for what felt to be at least 5 minutes. Neither of us spoke but even so tension grew. Breathing continued to increase in difficulty. I knew that conversation was necessary so I spoke. "Hey, I could use your help here" I said with labored breathes while presenting my wrists. She pulled back sharply and did not return to her position. I waited for a response but was given no words.

          I tried once more to incite conversation or to acquire help, "Please?... I really need my inhaler" The girl's eyes began to water. Finally she spoke, "You bastard! Let me leave this place, let me go!" This of all things was not what I expected to hear. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just woke up here. If you are stuck here than it appears that I am as well..." My efforts to defend myself seemed to be successful; although the amount this helped was disappointing.

The tears continued. No apologies, nothing to confirm that she believed the words I spoke. Just tears. "I really am sorry if I startled you, but please I need my inhaler"  This time she responded kindly, "You didn't really, I scared myself with terrible thoughts. I'm the one who should be sorry for tying you up" So she was the one to rig me. It didn't much matter how... I just needed to escape from what bound my wrists. I half expected her to release me but she stood idle.

{from Rain's perspective}

He scares me. His alluring black hair was akin to an iceberg with stacked mass in the front and spikes from all edges. It almost distracted me from the situation that towered before me. But not for long. Icebergs aren't ever there to protect you, they signify danger and I need not forget such. What I need is control; and that is one of the few abilities I severely lack.

          I've never been one to accurately judge someone's lies but now it felt to be a necessity. It makes more sense that he is not my kidnapper. If he was, then why be with me, why would he of been asleep. So that brings me to one real question as of now. Is it the right decision to untie this man? I so badly want to trust him but that I cannot allow. The more I think the more I fear for what may happen no matter what I do...

A/N Hey this is my first time using Wattpad and basically first time writing if you don't count school work. Hope you enjoy, comment if you wish. What is supposed to go in authors notes